Gemotions

The phone vibrated on Amelia's desk, the insistent buzz amplified in the sudden silence of the office. She stared at the caller ID – it was the CEO. Her stomach lurched. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of anxieties and self-doubt.

She gripped the desk, her knuckles white. Each breath was shallow and quick. She wanted to throw up. She hated these feelings. She knew she shouldn't answer, she knew she had to answer. The pressure building in her chest felt crushing.

When she picked up, her voice was a near whisper. As the CEO spoke, her internal monologue battled with the words, each sentence a threat. Her leg bounced, a frantic rhythm. She fought to keep a grip on the telephone. She had to remain calm, she had to remain calm, she had to remain calm.